Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Joseph & Jack on Patrol."
I-MAH OUTTA MONEY, OUTTA MONEy, not the first time or (?) the last. I'm out of MONEY, today, it's not funny, no Plan-B flying from this mast. So, KEEL-HAUL ME, PRESS GANG ME to some other foreign creative voyage. Give me a fresh bottle of Whisky on a Tramp-Steamer outta Curaçao: Oh-Boy-Oh-Boy! 'CUZ I'm outta Whisky, got no money! Can any WILLIAM-MORRIS TALENT AGENCY Dicksta or remote Hoboken Dock-Rat, Hollywood producer hear this song?
I'M outta DUCATS, Pieces of Eights/Pieces of 4ths if U prefer. Got not a Farthing, a silver Scheckel, my throat is dry -not a song in mah heart. I knew a Gal in San Francisco, one in Tobago, another in Belize? But what's it gets me? I spent my money, like a Jack London, a Joseph Conrad, a refugee, HACKS U never heard of who wrote books, scraped Alaskan soil for gold or sailed the seven seas.
Can I SELL U my personal Brass Sea-Compass for a decent bottle of Rye? I'll tell U stories, magic tales of adventures of those pacific isles, the legend of NOSTROMO or KURTZ up the Congo river, darkest Africa, I sailed with these boys, got in and back alive, gimmie a bottle of GIN & I'll tell U no lies.
I'Mah outta MONEY, it ain't funny, U see me a doorway beggar. Glitterati-Skid-Row/sunny side of the boulevard. Please note my Thrift store fashion, my teeth a 'rotting it wasn't always my style? Once I was LORD JIM, leastways his Bosun. We crafted/skimmed thru Coral, sandbanks, tidal treachery. We hunted Ivory, DIAMONDS, EMERALDS, those barbules U could feast on in the palm of your hand! And film shoots outta Palmdale, CA. Confiscated USAF experimental plane crashes ON FILM. I think I squirrelled some away in some recording studio in Burbank? S-why the F.B.I. still got me on File?
But BACK to Jack London. Back to Joseph Conrad! Where did they go to? MOVIELAND: "Call of the Wild", "APPOCALYSE NOW!"...YO! Just look at my weathered hands. Oh-boy! Oh Boy! For an extra bottle of Whisky ...I could tell U more...
Jack London of course, similar kind of fish, had he & Conrad met: Would have been a drunken pistol/fisticuffs/sword duel? (TICKETS for THAT I could 'ave sold?). We R talking eye-witness accounts here-buddy/park up the Whisky...Anyways. Out of (BRRR!) Alaska, probably the USA's future Millennia's Mass Prison Camp, Jack L. getting a nod - sans no dueling with Joseph C. - adventured to warmer climes. His short stories R a kid's adventure delight!
...It's funny how my throat gets dry...For another $10s....Or a $50,000 advance for this Screenplay/Movie 5% rights? ...I'd tell U more.
c.2026. Dave Delacroix.
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